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rters, sending empty whiskey bottles, ashtrays, and d

e had demanded a sit-down at the Church ba

unning her acrylic nails down my chest. "Baby, she's bluffing. She's desperate. She probab

e gasped in pain. "If she thinks she can embarrass me in neutral terri

from my holster, racked the slide with a violent

BANG

afening gunshots cut through the heavy rock music instantly,

patched member on two wheels! We ride to the Church

urch bar has strict neutral ground rules. No weapons drawn inside, no

ose-to-nose. "I make the rules in this county! Anyone

arleys roared out of our compound, tearing

, a smug, triumphant smirk plastered across her face. She couldn't wai

with emergency alerts from my dock warehouse, reporting th

ed by the singular obsession of crushing

n sign of the neutral Church bar fl

couple of nondescript, dusty sedans. Not

back in a cruel

itch was com

re skidding through the gravel in a massive clo

neously, the metallic ticking of cooli

rew my chrome 1911 out in the ope

high-heeled boots clicking arrogantl

eavy wooden doors off their latches, the panels slammi

cavernous bar like a venomous crack of thunder. "Get